Lyrics:

Dead of winter, desolate grey

White and silver home

Climb the staircase, spiderwalk

Into my bed and bones



Can I stand the pain

Of all the things I've left behind

Caught with butterflies

We'll be regretting 'til we die



She's walking out on me



Darker early, four o'clock

We'll leave in a balloon

Thirteen crows are dragging

You and me up to the roof



Blow out all the candles

Let the wine flow to your brain

No ages, no one changes

No one's trying to